The following is a short poem I wrote when I got my first bike.
Cute princess bike,
Cheap bright pink paint,
Plastic streamers sprouting from the handlebars,
Banana seat with cartoon flowers,
Last one in the store,
Rode as fast as I could down hill,
Wind in my face, hands in the air,
Hit a pothole,
Wrecked,
Skinned my knee,
Scraped the pink paint,
Smiled.
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